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- A Lament to War
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A Lament to War
And as the blind, deaf soldier sat waiting for death
On the ground he sat feeling the earth underneath
With the smell of blood like iron in his brain
And the feel of lead lying lazily in his palm
To the tune of a bell, brazen in the air
And the mute anguish of another dying near
To the lap of the waves as they toll upon the shore
Carrying away hope forever and ever more
The blind, deaf soldier sat waiting for death.
And as the blind, deaf soldier sat waiting for death
A raven flew over its passing but a breath
As the soldier in torment did cry out his pain
With the sundering of the earth sounding again and again
And the rising tide of his inescapable fear
Urged on by the skull with its Caliban leer
And the tempest of blood which surrounds those in war
Eternally ambivalent yet destined like dawn
The blind, deaf soldier sat waiting for death.
And as the blind, deaf soldier sat waiting for death
His hopes and his dreams the only things left
With his memories heavier than the binding of chains
Seduced into fighting with might and with main
He seeks to find a way out that is clear
To find a release from this parasitic fear
And with the rising of the raven and its doom laden caw
This blind, deaf soldier at last finds a door
This blind, deaf soldier striving for life!
This blind, deaf soldier waiting for death.
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